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translator: Eve
editor: kara

Because he didn’t know when exactly Xiao Shenglin’s car accident would occur, Song Xuanhe had no choice but to find a bit of time to call and ask where the other was going every day.

Within a few days, it wasn’t just Xiao Shenglin who had started to feel like something was off. Even Zhou Nan had realized that there was something going on.

During one of these times of Song Xuanhe calling Xiao Shenglin to “check in,” Zhou Nan, who was next to Xiao Shenglin, couldn’t help himself from snatching the phone. “Song Er, the hell are you doing? Every time I meet up with Lin zi, you call him. If I didn’t know that you were with Xiao Yuanmu, I’d think you were planning on dating Lin zi.”

Despite the teasing, Song Xuanhe knew that Zhou Nan could perceive that something was wrong. He had always been smart. Furthermore, there had also been that incident last time where Song Xuanhe had forced Xiao Shenglin to talk about his issue with the Xiao Family.

“We’re at Ruyi Pavilion. If you have nothing to do, come join us for a meal.”

Song Xuanhe was in the middle of a design, so he didn’t really want to leave. However, he knew that Zhou Nan and Xiao Shenglin were suspicious of his actions. He had to give them an explanation, or Zhou Nan would come after him some time today to ask him about it. In any case, being disturbed was inevitable. He might as well take the initiative.

Ruyi Pavilion was a bit far away from Song Xuanhe’s apartment. It was almost noon now, so the traffic was quite bad. He had been stuck in traffic for nearly half an hour, and Zhou Nan had already called him twice to hurry him along. Song Xuanhe also felt helpless. Once again, his phone rang. Song Xuanhe answered it: “I haven’t moved at all. You keep calling me every ten minutes. It’s annoying.”

The other side was silent for a few seconds. Shortly after, Xiao Yuanmu’s chilly voice came through the other end: “It’s me.”

Song Xuanhe paused and then raised a brow. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“Louis was injured while street racing. I just got back from the hospital.”

Song Xuanhe knew Louis. He would occasionally hear the other’s voice through Xiao Yuanmu’s phone. Therefore, he inquired politely about the other’s condition. “Is he okay?”

Xiao Yuanmu said in a flat voice, “He scraped his arm a bit. He wants to take two months off.”

“Clever guy,” Song Xuanhe praised him, “Did you give it to him?”

“What do you think?”

“Must suck for him to be business partners with you.” Song Xuanhe clicked his tongue. He then lamented, “It’s one thing for you to work over time. Don’t force others to do it with you. He can’t even get any time off despite being injured. How tragic.”

Xiao Yuanmu listened to Song Xuanhe quietly until he had finished. He then said, “I gave it to him.”

Song Xuanhe didn’t even pause. He continued speaking without feeling any embarrassment. “He wants two months off just for a scraped arm. What an unreliable guy.”

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